I am stuffy-nosed and sneezing and foggy-eyed. Beware, world, for I come out amongst your denizens, tissues crumpled in my chubby little hands (well, they are). I'm sure it's just allergies...
Why do people, me included, do that? Go out when we'd be much better off in bed sleeping? Are we so important, so vital to whatever it is we are doing that a day off would end the world?
How can I answer no to the last question and still go out?